The keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams.

There are certain pursuits which, if not wholly poetic and true, do at least suggest a nobler and finer relation to nature than we know. The keeping of bees, for instance.

I'm not afraid of bees....AH! BEE!!!

Honey is sweet! but the bee stings

Until you have smoked out the bees, you can't eat the honey.

There's a depth in you that has yet been discovered.
Abyssal and buried
it terrifies your lovers.
These trenches
carved in your heart from years of pain frozen over into ice.
Bottomless cracks in your chest 
where no one can touch you 
has become paradise.